Working The Diner Poem by Justin Reamer

Working The Diner



Working the diner is hard work,
When I go around and clean,
For I sweep the kitchen,
And mop the floors,
And do everything on a whim.
I go to the bathroom to take a leak,
And then start to work,
For I sweep the tiles,
Mop the floors,
Wipe down the countertops,
Making them as clean as can be,
Meticulous and spotless,
To be exact,
And do so much more.
I refill the food tray,
And refill the tanks,
Refilling the soda fountains,
And the milk bags,
Which are so heavy
That it is like stuffing
A glob of fat into a box,
And the juice cartons,
Which are not so bad after that.
Yet, the job gets harder,
As people stumble around you,
For you stumble on your own feet,
Whether you are sweeping, mopping, clothing, or dusting,
For you try to clean the counters,
And someone bumps into you,
And you try to mop the floors,
And someone shoves you,
Making you slip and fall on your back,
And you try to refill the machines,
But people bump into you,
And become impatient with you,
Which is hard for anyone at all.
That is part of my life,
But it gets harder,
As machines start to malfunction,
And soap gets everywhere because people
Bumped into the mop tray,
And the malfunctioning machine
Sprays the unfortunate student who touches it,
And I try so hard to balance everything out.
Life is difficult working the diner,
For everyone bumps into you and can be very rude,
And dealing with milkblobs can be very hard indeed,
Especially when you have to cut their tubes,
Which is even harder.
Yet, clean-up is easier,
For I wipe everything down,
And I clean the nozzles,
Empty the coffee,
Empty the ice under the salad bar,
And do so much more.
I do everything until my work is done,
And it is pretty great.
I am happy to work,
No matter how hard it is,
To work the diner,
For I am happy there.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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